Anne P. Murray Poet Rhyme

A Bird With a Broken Wing

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I sit -looking at the river gracefully bending
   Flowing smoothly over moss covered rocks and stones
Measuring in endless time -my life
   My loves, my losses
Posing my thoughts with unspoken words
   Just me and the river...
Sitting all alone 

   I cry- my whetted, salty tears
Like the river weeping her warm liquid waves
   Showering the earth with her promising shades of life
Breathing her liquid grace over all the lands she saves?
   Yet…
I could not save us

My hungry heart hides my tears as I breathe in your image
   Calling your name -whispering our story
And all the tender moments 
   Of our once remembered glory 

With my thoughts softly weaving their dreams
   I trace the memories of the sweetest fruit from the vine
Painting vivid pictures of warm candlelight and roses
   That turned into a sad, bitter tasting wine 

My grieving spirit hides the breeze that softly blows
   Whispering in its low, hushed voice
My sad, lonely story…
   That only I and the river know
Hiding my shattered heart
    A bird...
With a broken wing

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Michael J. Falotico August 11, 2012 at 4:13 PM Beautiful piece my poet friend. Michael. Anne P. Murray August 11, 2012 at 5:52 PM Thank you dear poet friend for stopping by and reading my poem XXOO Anne